Billionaire’s Abandoned Sex Slave

Ophelia’s POV

I frowned as Ryan started to continually glance sideways at me.

What was he plotting? I thought as I stared at him.

I noticed that he was repeatedly glancing at something under the table, and although I wanted to give in to my curiosity to check what it was, I held myself back from doing so because I knew I would seem rude to Ciella and Damon if I did that.

So, I just decided to ignore Ryan and his weird antics as I grabbed a glass of champagne from a waitress strolling past the table.

I stared at the scintillating color of the drink before I brought the rim to my lips and took a tentative sip. My eyes rounded in awe as I withdrew the wine glass from my mouth and stirred it under the amber lightning from the chandelier above our table.

It looked so beautiful as I stared at it.

I was about to take a second sip when I felt the plug inside me vibrate for a split second which made me let out a choked moan. I was embarrassed immediately when the sound left my mouth and the elder couple stared at me in concern. I glanced at Ryan and he just smiled sinisterly at me before he motioned to a black item in his hand.

I stared at him in confusion as the plug stopped vibrating, I almost thought I had imagined it until it vibrated again but with more intensity, causing me to shudder and bite down the whimper that threatened to escape from my mouth, and glare at Ryan as I realized what the device in his hand was.

The plug remote.

“Ryan,” I whispered, in a warning tone, which made him chuckle and lean closer to me.

“Yes, baby. You want me to make it faster?” He whispered, and I quickly shook my head in negation but he just chuckled and withdrew from me as the vibration slowly stopped.

I watched him caress the remote with his thumb as he started conversing with Damon, leaving me to also discuss with Ciella.

“You look quite young, are you in college?” She asked, and I nodded with a small smile.

“What course are you studying?”

“Early child-nghh,” I pursed my lips into a thin line as I felt the vibration again in my pussy. This time, it was as if Ryan had increased it to the highest control.

Cold sweat broke out on my skin as I held on to the table, clasped my sweaty thighs together, and placed my hand on the crook of my thighs to hold myself back from whimpering.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

It was as if the plug was a drug and I was an addict. It was bad for me but I couldn’t get enough of it.

Most importantly, I needed Ryan to fuck me hard at that moment.

“Sweetie, are you okay?” Ciella’s kind voice came and I nodded as I clenched my teeth tighter.

I felt Ryan’s hand on my waist holding me back to the chair before I slid to the floor, and I gazed at him with hooded, lust-filled eyes. His eyes had also darkened with desire as he stared at me and licked his lips.

I couldn’t support the glass of champagne in my hand as I trembled with overstimulation, and I unknowingly spilled it on myself.

Ryan immediately leaped into action. He took the glass from me, and set it back on the table.

“Are you okay, baby?” Ryan asked while stylishly slipping his hand under the sultry slit of my dress and cupping my clothed and soaked pussy.

I bounded out of my seat before I could moan out his name, and mumbled, “Excuse me,”

Afterward, I sprinted to the nearest bathroom, slammed it shut, and checked for a CCTV camera.

Luckily, I didn’t see any, so I zipped the dress down and stepped out of it, and remained in just my panties as I had neglected my brassiere that night on the stylist’s advice.

Then, I held onto the sink as I panted heavily and reached for my panties. Painstakingly, I slid the material off and reached down to remove the plug.

I gasped in pleasure as I mistakenly nudged the plug further into my dripping pussy. I moaned softly as I fluttered my eyes shut and panted.

I sensed someone trek into the bathroom and instantly, I squeezed my eyes open in fright as I looked into the mirror to see who it was.

I sensed Ryan’s musky scent before I saw him in the mirror.

I felt bashful as I realized that I was stark naked safe for the heavy jewelry which I was still wearing.

He stood against the door with a snicker adorning his face and his muscular arms crossing his chest.

“Are you okay?” He asked slyly, taking long strides to close the distance between us.

I fluttered my eyes shut as he slipped a finger in between my thighs from behind. I sucked in a deep breath as I held tighter to the sink.

I ignored his question as he sensually palmed my pussy for a split second, and stopped.

I moaned in complaint as I stared at him with a frown. I watched him discard his clothes off himself including his briefs, leaving him stark naked just like I was with his huge cock straining erect and proud against his muscled abdomen.

“You are not by chance planning to do it here, are you?” I blurted as he took his former stance behind me.

His response was as clear as day even though he didn’t utter a word and just pushed three fingers into my core from behind. I whimpered as I jutted my ass backward to enable him to access my pussy in any way he wanted.

The overstimulation had now gotten too much, while the pussy plug was still vibrating inside my pussy, Ryan’s fingers were also scissoring me open. I felt full as I slobbered and flickered my eyes shut to assimilate every bit of the overstimulation.

“So fucking sexy,” Ryan growled as he finally plucked the plug out of me and added a finger to the mix, making it four fingers plowing deep in my wet pussy.

I whimpered in sensual ecstasy at the praise as Ryan’s other hands started fondling my boobs. He rotated his hand between my two cherries, grunting as he mercilessly brandished my reddened buds.

Ryan flickered my nipples like he was turning on a light switch. Well, maybe I was a light switch because I was surely turned on by his ministrations.

Fuck, I was going to climax before Ryan started. I thought as he continued thrusting his digits deep inside me and playing with my tits.

Then, it stopped just as I was about to trip over the edge.

The whine of displeasure that I was about to let out got stuck in my throat as Ryan lifted me from the floor, mounted me against the wall, wrapped my legs around his waist, and stared into my eyes with lasciviousness literally dripping from his arousal-glinted ashen orbs.

“I forgot to bring a condom with me, are you okay with doing it like this?” Ryan asked, to which I inwardly scoffed.

Ryan asking for permission, well, that was new.

I couldn’t imagine Ryan stopping when I was on the verge of an orgasm, so I nodded fervently and cupped his head in my hands as I stared down at him.

He nodded, and in a fluid motion, his cock was deeply pummeled into my pussy and I literally screamed in pleasure as he buried himself completely inside me.

Our pants and grunts resurged the room as he cupped my back with one hand, and drew soothing circles.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned as Ryan started plowing my pussy gently.

“Oh god, you are so fucking tight,” He gritted out between his clenched teeth as his speed gradually increased. I whimpered as he dragged himself further into my sensitive core.

“W-what if someone knocks?” I stuttered as my eyes darted to the door.

“Then, I’ll growl at them to leave,” Ryan panted, and I weakly nodded in answer.

“You look like a fucking sex goddess with that necklace,” He grunted, to which I whimpered an inaudible “thanks”.

My jewelry shook with Ryan’s deep and powerful thrusts, and I felt his cock so deep inside me. It was as if he was about to shift my womb with how merciless his thrusts were.

I liked it anyway though. I loved the way he always fucked me like a mad cow.

A series of thrusts later, I felt it. My belly spasmed with an imminent climax, and I started bouncing myself on Ryan’s cock.

I readily met his sweet and long thrusts halfway as I roughly straddled him.

I reached an earth-shattering climax barely a thrust later as I shuddered in his hold after feeling something burst inside me. Then, I squirted my cum over his cock as I continued shivering until the heavenly orgasm ended.

Ryan stopped thrusting for a split second as he ran his hand down my ass before he sighed heavily and resumed ramming inside me. I could sense he was also about to finish inside me.

“I’m-fuck coming,” Ryan announced, as he thrusted upwards into me with rapid intensity.

He trembled soon after and released inside me with a guttural growl. I moaned passionately as he spritzed his cum inside me.

We remained bonded by our nether areas for about a minute before he slowly pulled out of me, and gently set me down on the floor.

Moments later after we were dressed up once more and had made our way back to the Ciella and Damon’s table, Ryan and I darted a conniving smirk to each other, and I knew we both shared the same thought at that moment; the simmering excitement from the gratifying climax that we had both reached in the bathroom.

The fact that poor Ciella and Damon were oblivious to it made it quite a thrilling experience for me.